Into the Spotlight -- Chapter 6
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Afterwards, Josh wasn't really sure what happened. They both put on the first items on the cloth rags, black sweatpants for Carlo and white ones for Josh together with T-Shirts in the same colors, and walked out onto the small catwalk. Seeing them showing off their raging boners through the thin fabric of their pants, the audience in the large living room first fell silent -- and than started whistling and catcalling them ass they stood in front of them. Josh guessed there were at least 25-30 people in the room, all of them men, some in suits other in casual outfits, and all of them wearing masks.
When they both turned around, one from the audience shouted "Nice bum, kid", and Josh blushed like never before in his life. After that, everything passed like a blur. Carlo and Josh put on other outfits, one more skimpier than the previous one, and walked the catwalk under the applause, the whistles and the catcalls from the audience. For their last run, Carlo was wearing black leather jockstraps and harness. Josh was in a white brief in mesh optic and had angel wings clipped to his shoulders. When they were fronting the audience in those outfits, the room went berserk.
Carlo turned to face him, put his hands on his shoulders and slowly pushed him onto his knees, before pulling Josh's head into his crotch. The smell of Carlos cock, of his sweat and precum made Josh forget everything. He opened his mouth wide and took the pouch of the jockstrap in his mouth. Carlo leaned over him and gave his ass a sharp slap. "That's it -- show the boy who's in charge!" a voice called out.
Josh looked up and saw Carlo grinning under his mask. He pulled him up, and with a quick move teared the mesh briefs open, exposing Josh's ass-cheeks to the public. "This youngster needs some education, gentlemen. But he is very willing to learn, as you can see. We'll be right back with your drinks!"
With those last words, he dragged Josh back to their changing room. To Josh's surprise, someone was waiting there for them. "Coach Wilson -- what, why? I can explain...." "No need to explain Josh, it was me who got you here." "You?" "Yes, I knew you needed money for college -- and I guessed that you would not be insensible to Carlo's charms." "How did you guess?" "I've been training boys now for over thirty years. I sense it, the way they look at me, or other older guys in the locker room, the longing in their eyes. I spotted you right in the first year you were on the team. And when your mom told me about her worries concerning next year, I got you the job at the country club. I left the magazine close to your stuff so would see the ad I had put there. And I had Carlo there on the night of your first shooting -- he confirmed everything I had sensed." "So you planned everything, to bring me here -- what am I to you, a pawn?" "No Josh, at every step you were free to make your choices. To contact the model agency, or not. To come here tonight with Carlo, or not. To play around with him in front of an audience -- or not!" "And now -- what now?" "Again, its up to you. You can stay here until the party is over, and Carlo will give you a lift home. Or you embrace the situation, go out there. There will be tips, quite a lot. There will probably be whispered invitations from some of the guys, private invitations. Up to you to accept those or not. But if you will, let me tell you that you won't have to worry about college fees any longer."
Carlo had remained silent during this exchange. "You know Josh, I understand that you are feeling somehow trapped. But I liked working with you, I'm sure we could do well in the future. Now let us at least harvest what we started tonight, lets go out there and collect the tips you and me deserve. After that, you can still decide to quit."
"Quit? I don't think so, Carlo" was all Josh had to add to this.
THE END